I remember when you first walked into my room
in a navy blue surgical suit with a bright yellow ‘UofM’ logo,
and a scrub cap with the opposing team’s emblem,
boldly displayed on the front.
The first irony of this whole endeavor.
You were calm and supportive,
you were kind and loving,
you were gentle and peaceful.
Odd, considering that you were about to take a scalpel to my neck.
The second irony of this whole endeavor.
I don’t remember much after that,
just flashes of fragmented memories.
A bald anesthesiologist.
One of those red, white, and blue popsicles and a can of Sprite.
A bright pink zebra stuffed animal that neighed when I squeezed it.
I was groggy and in pain,
I was scared and in pain,
I was healthy but still in pain.
A lifesaving procedure with life-long consequences.
The third irony of this whole endeavor.
I remember when you came to check on me,
In navy blue scrubs with a bright yellow ‘UofM’ logo
and a crisp white coat that said C.S. Motts Children’s Hospital.
Weird, since I no longer saw the world through a child’s eyes.
The fourth and final irony in this whole endeavor.
Arayah Weiden
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